We spent most of the girls' spring break at home. The weather was beautiful, most of the time, and there were playdates and sleepovers and dance classes and a
Richard III read-through to keep us busy. Thursday, however, was special. Because Mr. B was off work that day, and there was nothing else on the schedule, we spent Thursday exploring a bit of our state we'd never seen. We did something similar two years ago, when we headed up to Wamego for the
Oz Museum, and came home via the Flint Hills Scenic Byway. This new trip was one we wanted to make
last year, but sickness prevented us from having much fun.
We left Wichita at about 10 AM and basically, headed to
Lindsborg, although this time we only drove through a tiny section of town. It was a chilly, rainy day - of course, our one not-so-nice day fell on our day trip day. Our first destination was
Mushroom Rock State Park in Ellsworth County, one of the tiniest state parks in the country.
Yeah. These rocks were pretty awesome.
Mushroom Rock (there are two of these giant puppies) is a series of sandstone rock concretions. To quote the
Kansas Sampler Foundation:
"The strangely shaped rocks at Mushroom Rock State Park are made of sandstone from the Dakota Formation, deposited along the edge of a Cretaceous sea about 100 million years ago. Over time, circulating water deposited a limey cement between the sand grains, creating harder bodies of sandstone called concretions." The two giant mushroom-shaped formations were formed as the bodies eroded over time.
I couldn't get a good picture of it, but Mr. B pointed out how the smaller rocks were located all along the side of the road, beyond the park, in the brush and grasses.
Over many, many years, people have carved names and dates and other things into the rocks. I'm sure it isn't great for the rocks, but it is an interesting time capsule.
There are some great historical
pictures at KansasTravel.org. I guess to reach the top of the big rocks, a ladder would need to be used. I read where people pull their car beneath the two-stemmed rock, but we'd need another grown-up for a good family picture!
Eventually, we hopped on I-70 West, giving us a great view of a huge wind farm...
until we reached Kansas Hwy 232, known as the Post Rock Scenic Byway. If we drove south, we could have visited little
Wilson, the "Czech Capital of Kansas." Maybe our next trip? Instead, we drove north, through some of the strangest, most beautiful scenery in Kansas, next to
Wilson Lake, and eventually, to Lucas. [To get a nice historical view of the area, watch this
short video on YouTube. We watched it at the Garden of Eden.]
Lucas is the "Grassroots Arts Capital of Kansas." You're greeted as you enter town by the
World's Largest Souvenir Plate. There is strange and interesting art everywhere. We visited the
World's Largest Collection of the World's Smallest Versions of the World's Largest Things, but missed seeing
Florence Deeble's Rock Garden. Our top two destinations, however, were S.P. Dinsmoor's The Garden of Eden, and the Grassroots Art Center.
When
The Garden of Eden came into view, I literally gasped. I'd seen pictures, but it's so wild to see this place in person. I didn't know anything about it until I was in my early twenties, working at the bookstore. The first
Weird U.S.A. book had just been released, and one of my co-workers showed me its entry. It's a very unusual place, built by a very unusual man.
S.P. Dinsmoor was a Civil War veteran who came to Lucas, Kansas, in the 1880s. He was a farmer, and moved into town upon retirement. He wanted to build a cabin, but Kansas is not exactly known for its trees. Instead, he used post rock limestone, quarried to unusually long lengths, then built the house the way one would construct a log cabin. He was 64 when he began construction in 1904.
Dinsmoor was a religious man, but against the organized church. He was a Freemason, and very involved in the
Populist Movement. He began to carve a series of sculptures out of concrete. There are religious sculptures, beginning near the "Garden of Eden" sign, depicting Adam and Eve, Cain and Abel, and such. Then as you head around toward the museum's entrance, the political sculptures appear. His big theme is monopolies and white collar types, often represented by an octopus, stealing from the little guy.




Dinsmoor built his home and sculpture garden to tell a story, yes, but also to earn a living. The place was always intended to be a showpiece, and he gave tours and charged admission for income. He built a mausoleum in the back, complete with concrete coffin. Our tour guide was actually a descendant of his second wife, and provided lots of fun details. She said that admission might be a dollar, but for an extra 25 cents, he'd pose in his coffin for visitors! When his first wife died, he wanted to inter her in his mausoleum, but the city said no. After she was buried in the local cemetery, Dinsmoor and friends dug her up and after parading her coffin through town, Dinsmoor lay her in the mausoleum, then enclosed her coffin in concrete!
While the sculptures may give off a creepy vibe, they're nothing compared to the mausoleum. Dinsmoor was mummified after his death, according to his wishes, and laid to rest in the mausoleum, in his concrete coffin, behind glass. [His first wife is encased in the concrete beneath him] And yes, you can see him! Little Sis ran to be the first one in, by the way. Big Sis chose not to see. Our tour guide told us the glass broke about a dozen years ago, and mold and dampness have finally started to take its toll. He is decaying, although he still has a beard. She told us she could remember when you could still see skin!
Mr. B and I loved our tour of Dinsmoor's Garden of Eden, and the girls were entertained. Our guide, being family, had some great stories to tell and the place didn't feel creepy at all. Dinsmoor came across as a funny eccentric.
Also worth the trip was a visit to the
Grassroots Art Center on Main Street. We opted for the guided tour around the little museum, as we were shown all kinds of strange art: hard limestone sculptures, stuff made from pull tabs and peach pits and beach trash, a mechanized farm scene, mosaics, all kinds of things.
We grabbed a quick bite to eat, then stopped at
Bowl Plaza, the most interesting
public restrooms I have ever seen in my life. In fact,
it was voted the
Second Best Restroom in the United States. Yes, the sidewalk is toilet paper - see the roll? The men's has cars and toys on the walls, while the women's has masks and tea cups and owls and shells.
When we left Lucas, we headed east, then north a bit, to
Rock City Park, near Minneapolis, KS. We began the day with huge prehistoric rock formations. Might as well end the trip the same way!
Rock City (not to be confused with the awesome
Rock City of "See Rock City" sign fame) is a larger collection of the giant sandstone concretions, although none of them have the weathered "mushroom" look. The park has a small gift shop, where you pay admission. I'd love to know what they sell in the shop, but it was closed. There's a little collection box for after-hours admissions, and we're honest people. We paid. You can read a nice interview with a man behind the cash register on
Roadside America and
KansasTravel.org has more historical photos.
As you can see, the sun had finally decided to break through. The girls decided they like Lucas and all the art, but climbing rocks was the
best part of the whole day. There was more to climb at Rock City, but they told me they preferred the smaller Mushroom Rock State Park.
By the way, one of my jobs as mommy/photographer was to snap pictures of
my Little Sis's old Cabbage Patch Kid preemie, Lotta Gabie, as she "climbed rocks and trees." She was joined in Rock City by the weird little zombie art doll Little Sis bought with leftover Christmas money at the Grassroots Art Center.
Whew.
I should add that I planned this trip by using several websites, including
Kansas Sampler Foundation. Both rock parks and the Garden of Eden made their categories in the book
The 8 Wonders of Kansas by Marci Penner, put out by the Kansas Sampler Foundation. I don't own a copy (yet), but I've checked it out from the library and loved it.
Kansas doesn't have a lot of flash to it. We don't have grand mountains or forests, natural lakes or beaches, and there can be plenty to complain about. But it's home, and sometimes, you just gotta go looking for things to appreciate. Find that beauty, that something special or quirky or fun, and enjoy it, right?
Back to books tomorrow.
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